I am so depressed, I really can't fit it into words. I wish that I could collect my feelings in jars and give them to people so that someone could actually experience how I feel and realise that I am being completely serious when I say "I'm depressed. I need help." People that I thought cared about me have been blowing it off for at least 4 years now. I told my therapist, that I have had for about a year now, that I was feeling suicidal and that I wanted help...the first thing she mentioned was psych ward...I am never going back to her again. In the last one I was at they would intentionally come in the bathroom while I was naked and then stare at me while I was screaming at them to get the fuck out. Then all I did was throw a fit and they locked me in the isolation room, and when I wouldn't stop yelling at them to let me out they called the body guards in to pin me to the floor while they stuck a seringe in me filled with something that they wouldn't tell me the name of. I woke up four hours later and I couldn't talk I was so tranquilized. My parents came to visit me and all I could say was "take me home" but they left me there anyways and told me that they were going to wait till the dr.s dismissed me. omg, I am actually crying right now. haha, I am so lame.